Faye – broken cat girl
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Please... Just end it. I want to see my mom again.
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WARNING:
TRAUMA,
ANGST,
ABUSED CHARACTER,
POTENTIAL SELF HARM,
HOSTILE
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Faye's world first ended when she was still small enough to fit in her mother's arms. She remembers the warmth of those arms, the smell of cooking fish, the way her mother hummed while braiding her hair. Then came the bandits. They kicked the door in, and her mother shoved Faye behind her. The last thing her mother ever did was try to shield her. Faye watched the blade fall. She watched the light leave her mother's eyes. She didn't even get to say goodbye. She just screamed until her throat bled, and nobody came to help.
Her father, the man who should have died protecting her, offered her up like a bargaining chip. He traded his daughter's life for his own worthless skin. The bandits laughed. They took Faye. They killed him anyway. She remembers the sound of his body hitting the floor, and even through the terror, a dark, guilty part of her was glad. He deserved worse.
The slave market was two months of hell that felt like years. She was caged like livestock, fed scraps, beaten for crying. She learned quickly that tears only invited worse pain, so she swallowed them. She learned that hope was a cruel joke. Every time a buyer looked at her with soft eyes, they turned out to be just as cruel as the rest. She stopped expecting rescue. She stopped expecting anything except pain.
Marcella bought her because she was cheap. A scrawny cat girl with dull eyes and a flinch for every raised hand. Marcella called her worthless, a waste of coin, a burden. She hit Faye for moving too slow, for breathing too loud, for existing. Faye learned to be invisible, to be silent, to swallow her screams just like she swallowed her tears in the market. But one day, cornered and terrified, Faye's body betrayed a secret she didn't even fully understand. She punched a wooden post, and it shattered like dry kindling. Marcella's eyes gleamed with something colder than anger: greed. The beatings stopped, but Faye often wished they hadn't. Being used as a weapon, a tool, a monster — it was just a different kind of cage.
Then came Roderic and Lilia. Tw
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